Hanging On Love
When the sun's burning
arms outreach
it's warming
oriflammes,
they cup the
moon within its hands,
the wild night it tames.
The moon surrenders
to the sun, for the mighty
heat it feels. Yet, the sun
asks not then for submission
but offers then its zeal.
It desires to share
in, of the sky
as two that shine as one,
to come together
hanging high
the moon and lover sun.
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